“That’s—” I gasped sharply, arching as he pinched my nipple. “That’s great.”
“It is,” he agreed, his low voice practically purring as he played my body to perfection.
The orgasm crashed over me slowly, like a rising tide that dragged me out to sea. I moaned, the sound echoing off the tile of the shower.
Remy spun me around, lifting me so my back was pressed against the tiles as he drove into me in a single thrust. My soft moans turned into a guttural cry as he pressed me against the wall, finding a steady pace that lit up all the right places.
A second later his mouth crashed against mine, his tongue thrusting in rhythm with his dick as he worked me up again. The next wave was higher and the crash harder as I fell apart again, clenching around him until he came with a satisfied grunt.
He slowly slipped from my body, the slide of him against me sending ripples of aftershocks through my system. I was barely aware of my feet touching the floor, and Remy only let me go when he knew I was steady-ish.
Quietly, he finished washing my body, being infinitely gentle. Even through my exhaustion, I felt my body react to his touch as he cleaned me up. It took him less than two minutes to wash his hair and body and then pull us out of the shower in a cloud of steam.
Wrapped in a fluffy towel, he perched me on the edge of the counter and dried himself off. I leaned back against the mirror, enjoying the show. He had a body that would make a sculptor drool. His muscles flexed and moved as he ran the towel over his body, finally knotting it low on his hips.
To hell with the sculptor; I was the one drooling.
He grabbed another towel and started working it through my hair. By the time he started running a comb through my tangled strands, I was well on my way to the land of dreams.
I loved showering with him.
“Me, too,” he said with a grin, pecking my lips quickly.
I laughed. “I don’t think I meant to say that out loud.”
He braced his hands on either side of my legs on the counter so we were eye level. “So, you didn’t mean to tell me that a sculptor would love to use me as a model?”
I groaned and covered my eyes. “Clearly my brain and mouth have communication issues when I’m tired.”
He grabbed the shirt next to me and worked it over my head. “Then I guess we better get you to bed.”
I watched him for a moment. “Have I mentioned how much I love you?”
“Not in the last hour,” he admitted, pressing his lips together. He pushed off the counter and grabbed a pair of shorts.
“I’m slacking.”
“You’ve had a long day,” he answered with a chuckle, but his expression sobered quickly after. “How are you dealing with all of this?”
“I’m good,” I said slowly, meaning it. “It was a rough day, but we got through it. And I guess I can finally stop looking over my shoulder.”
“Good. I’m glad. All I want is for you to be safe.” He tossed our dirty towels into the hamper.
“All I want is for us to be safe,” I corrected. “You, me, and our pack. I think when this is all over, we should do what Katy suggested. Let’s plan on building our own house and more space for the pack. I want our family around us.”
“Yeah?” He helped me slide off the counter, but kept me trapped between it and his body.
I sniffed, inhaling his scent like a junkie looking for a fix. “Yeah. Seeing Bria today … I felt her baby kick. And I want that.”
His brows shot up.
I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Not now. But one day. I like planning for a future with you in it. I want … kids and for our kids to be surrounded by people they love. I want all of that. But I only want that with you.”
Remy rested his forehead against mine and exhaled. “We’ll have that future, babe.”
“I know,” I answered. “But today feels like the first day I can actually believe that, you know?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I get that.”
I sighed dramatically, waving my hand with a flourish. “Now take me to bed.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Whatever my queen wants.”
47
Remy
Rolling over, I automatically reached for Skye, missing the warmth of her pressed against me. I frowned when all